The Spaniard, when the lust of sway
Had lost its quickening spell,[[252]](#5197225498158184052_21811-h-18.htm.html#Footnote_252)
Cast crowns for rosaries away,
An empire for a cell;
A strict accountant of his beads,
A subtle disputant on creeds,
His dotage trifled well:[[253]](#5197225498158184052_21811-h-18.htm.html#Footnote_253)
Yet better had he neither known
A bigot's shrine, nor despot's throne.
